The following is a transcript of a conversation intercepted at approximately 1523 hours today.
[15:23] SwiftEagle: Pan, by the way, is an adorable nincompoop.
[15:23] Twotone: Is he?
[15:23] SwiftEagle: This morning, he was sitting on the windowsill, looking out at the world in sun-warmed bliss.
[15:23] SwiftEagle: I came over and started talking to him and petting him.
[15:23] SwiftEagle: So he flumped down on his side, all four legs dangling off the sill.
[15:24] SwiftEagle: Bear in mind that when you are on your side with all four legs hanging over a ledge and you lack thumbs, there is NO WAY TO RIGHT YOURSELF.
[15:24] SwiftEagle: And in fact he did eventually plummet to his doom.